Dark: Hi peoples! I know, I know… another story? Yep. I've fallen deep in love with the Sesshomaru/Kagome pairing and I'm going to write a lot about them… lol. Anyways don't except me to update any of my stories soon… I have to study for this HUGE test… (audience goes: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww) Yeah… makes me real sad…
Dark: The prologue's real short, but keep in mind it IS a prologue – it's supposed to be short. Anyways, I kinda like this one… so read and review!
Disclaimer: I own Inuyasha… plushies… :lawyers come and take them away before handing them over to a little girl: (Thief! She cries, stomping on my foot… I wince. Owies… I sniff and I wail) No I don't own anything…
Prologue
An anguished scream emitted from her throat as her fearful eyes flew to her love. He wasn't coming… he wasn't there…
Inuyasha…
But he was there. His dark red kimono flitted with the wind as his golden gaze shifted from her to the woman beside her, rapidly.
Inuyasha…The man in between the two females nearly smiled in delight, one of the girls were going to die tonight, he knew it, they knew it and the angered hanyou before him knew it. Either way, he would win. Kikyou was a weakness as Onigumo latched onto, and Kagome… Naraku acknowledged begrudgingly that the woman-child had the ability to destroy him, her vast power in the past which he had countless of times made the mistake of underestimating, had proven that to the point where he inwardly worried about her.
He threw her a cold, heartless glance, wanting to scoff at the sight. It was hard to believe that the fragile looking girl crumpled in a heap on the floor could possibly hurt him much less bring him death. Yet he wouldn't take her too lightly again.
Impatience seeped into his dark form making him look regal. "Choose, Inuyasha or I'll let them both die."
At the deep sound of Naraku's voice the said hanyou growled angrily. "Damn you Naraku!"
Naraku lowered the two priestesses into the black abyss swirling madly behind him. Looking at the furious dog demon, Naraku laughed at the conflict flashing across his face. Finally staring back at his captives he determined that it would stir things up if he dropped them. So he did just that.
Helplessly, Kagome clawed at everything she could to avoid being sucked into the whirling mist. Nothing was spared. Nothing escaped the dark rip in the universe other than Naraku and Inuyasha.
She would have screeched in terror as she was dragged into the hole, kicking and shouting, if she weren't paralyzed in horror. She could only watch as the scene unfolded to tell the beginning of a story she would never fail to remember.
Almost immediately Inuyasha leaped into the spiral after them, stretching his claws to catch a hold of the woman who held his heart in her grasp. Sighing in relief as she fell safely into his arms, he bounded back for the exit, forgetting all about the frozen girl shrouded in the darkness.
A tormented cry tore from her throat, her heart shattering into so many pieces; she dreaded she could never heal it. "INUYASHA!"
Gasping, Kagome bolted upright in her sleeping bag, unwittingly dropping the tiny fox youkai with a wince. She took in a deep breath, running a hand through her dark tresses all the while trying to slow her speeding heart.
It had been a full month since the terrible incident occurred, and not once did she manage to slumber peacefully. Day by day, night-by-night, the nightmare haunted her to no ends always reminding her of her useless love.
A sob rose. She buried her head into her arms to hide her tears.
Shame overwhelmed her, acting as a poison bubbling until it spread like wildfire. Who was she to compare to Kikyou? Kikyou would always be more beautiful, more serene, perfect in every way. And her? She was nothing. She was a pathetic weakling, nothing more. She held no candle to Kikyou, why even bother?
Kagome curled herself into a ball, careful not to touch anyone. She never saw how the small, but not yet whole, jewel twinkled impishly.
Enough was enough, the jewel thought. Here was a part of it breaking with each moment. It's greatest, and from now on, only guardian was cracking slowly and pretty soon the human would die. The jewel shuddered at that. It was part of her and she was a part of it, if she went so would the jewel. The human above her was the only one who could purify it. It acted like a child, rebellious and roguish yet in the presence of it's mother it would calm and become peaceful. (1)
The human was obviously hurting, and the jewel practically frowned. The half demon was not a good enough protector for its guardian. No, the hanyou would not do. True the dog demon kept her alive for this long, however the way things were going, he was killing her from the inside, and that was unacceptable.
The pink jewel gleamed in the moonlight as it tried to recall everyone sufficiently powerful to take on the job. What about that wolf demon… Kouga? If it could the pink gem would have shook its head. Too possessive, the girl couldn't survive a day within his grasp. Naraku was out of the question; he was the reason why everything was falling apart. Miroku had eyes for only Sango… Who else was there? Oh yeah, the great western lord… Sesshomaru. It almost smiled coyly, rubbing its non-existent hands together. Perfect…
(1): I saw this in a fanfic once and it was really good. Unfortunately I forgot the name of the story but the credit all belongs to the person who thought up this cool sentence…
Dark: I told you it was short… lol anyways review!